Temblando
Trembling, with eyes closed,
the sky is cloudy
and far tù.
Speaking of what happened to you,
trying to sort words
to not do so much damage
much damage
and I
I'm shaking ...
In the hand, and carefully
I besasteis in
silence
when there was light.
And it's funny,
your way of telling
as counts
that thought,
you've decided.
we follow
still friends
And I'm still shaking ...
and crying,
I had sworn I would never
mourn,
tearing me, begging,
I was trying to make
remember ...
But you ...
you just say
I'm hanging ...